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Theatre Of Tragedy Miscellaneous A Rose For The Dead -- oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear - -- albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep. my precious, likest thou what emergeth yon the distant? the throbbing and breathing of life's machinery! -- wanion its oh so damndest soul! -- with the devil-instrument it we shall reap, -- after the banquet obscur'd in our thole, -- its blood so lovingly across our faces smear -- lord of carnage, lady of carnage, -- one funeral maketh many, swarm god's acres; -- two indeed more: -- blest treat of delight - give praise for the blood it bled, grant a rose for the dead! -- grant a rose for the dead! enraptur'd by the timeless beauty of the shadowsphere, we two abide the overlook'd time of the watch. -- make this cherish'd feast last -- but until the new dawn ascendeth. be still - harken the lure of night! bale in each its damndest shadow, cloth me in night, ne'er fell rue, in its face, behold! naught save grue. pray, ne'er come hither daylight! -- wane to dust the wight, velvet darkness, thee we ourselves bestow! -- misery it in velvet fright |
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